The training ground was silent, except for the dry sound of blows. Satoru moved with precision, his four arms working in perfect sync as he tested the limits of the energy he now shared with Sukuna. The constant discomfort inside him was already familiar β like a snake waiting for the right moment to strike.
He dodged one of his own attacks, but in the same instant, he felt the energy within him distort. It was a signature that didn't belong to Satoru. Before he could correct it, the slashing blow came out.
The invisible blade cut his cheek. Satoru froze.
Guilt came fast, hot.
"Shit... I didn't mean toβ"
He approached with all four arms, holding his face carefully, his hands almost covering his entire face, checking the cut.
"Damn it, Sukuna, that was you, wasn't it? You bastard."
That's when the skin on his shoulder split open, revealing a smiling, cruel mouth.
Sukuna's voice echoed: "Now we share everything. Your girlfriend is mine too. And when I take over your body, I'll kill her while you watch."
Jealousy shot through Satoru like a spark.
"Shut up!" he growled, pulling you against him instinctively. "She's not yours. Don't even touch her. Useless parasite."